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“Yes,” she whispered.
A slow smile slid into place. As Nutsbe stepped forward, she spread her legs so he could nestle between her thighs. He tipped her chin up with thumb and forefinger to read her eyes. “What is it you want from this?” In his imagination, he knew exactly what he wanted to do with her. “Be explicit and detailed.”
She licked her lips then leaned to the side, reading the ziti timer.
Nutsbe lifted her until she sat on the table. His body hummed with impatience.
“Right now, explicitly,” she smiled the most wanton smile, “I’d like you to find a condom, and I’d like us to use the next forty minutes until the dinner buzzer sounds, getting to know each other intimately. And explicitly, I’d like you to do whatever it was that you imagined that put the lascivious glint in your eyes.”
Nutsbe’s dick throbbed behind his zipper.
“Your bed?” Leaning back, she painted her hand up the length of his cock. “Or maybe even right here on the kitchen table?”
Chapter Thirty
Nutsbe
Nutsbe was on Cloud Nine.
Time was too short. The ziti buzzer sounded too fast, but he had made the most of every second. Savored every second.
Everything about Olivia turned him on. The only thing that would have made this evening better was if neither of them had obligations, and he could just hold her to his heart. This was definitely new territory for him, and Nutsbe couldn’t wait to explore.
But for now, they both had work to do.
After plating dinner for Olivia and watching her safely across the lawn, he’d boxed the food for next door.
Clive pushed the screen wide. “One of my favorite dinners, but that’s between us. Milly thinks her mac and cheese is the best.”
Nutsbe followed Clive to their kitchen.
“She’ll be down in a minute. She’s just finishing up something upstairs.”
Nutsbe pulled the dinner components from the box and set them on the table.
“I appreciate your looking after the lawn. You did a good job. I like the neat lines. The boy down the street did it most of the summer. He’s back at college now. He seemed to mow a patch over here and a patch over there. The grass looked crazy.” Clive scowled to show his disapproval. “But getting it fixed up was on my list before you offered. I finally got a good night’s sleep last night. First time in a couple weeks. No motorcycles.”
Nutsbe stilled, empty box in hand. “I’m sorry, sir. What did you just say?”
“The motorcycles buzzing around for the last couple weeks has been keeping us up, not you?” Clive asked.
“I can sleep through it. Habit from Afghanistan. But what did you say about last night?”
“I slept. No motorcycles.”
Fear traced its way out of Nutsbe’s bowels and into his stomach, along his limbs. No motorcycles? “Hey, Clive, I’m going to leave you with dinner. You just gave me a thought—something at work. I need to go and figure it out. I hope you’ll forgive me.” He extended his hand for a shake. “I was looking forward to that game of gin rummy. But I’m going to have to take a rain check.”
“Sure. Sure. Anytime. “
“Enjoy the dinner, okay?” And that was his goodbye. He hustled to his vehicle, slammed it into reverse, and jetted to Iniquus.
The pressing thought: Olivia discovered a tracker was on her car this morning. The motorcycles stopped last night.
Could the motorcycles possibly have an idea of the area she lived in but not the exact address? Were they roaming around at night after most people were home and in bed—so past the point of burning the midnight oil at work, as Olivia often did—looking for her car?
Olivia parked her car in her garage. They wouldn’t have found it in her drive.
If they knew that Olivia was at the courthouse, they could have placed the tracker on her car at any point from the morning when she parked until the night when he picked it up. They could have followed him from the courthouse, and when he took the car to the mechanic, they might have decided that they needed to put on the tracker. Heck, there was an office supply store in the same strip mall.